At six on summer mornings (seven in the winter) The postman delivers letters Around the small village of Blue He always cycles around our lanes Often accompanied by his dog (who does not own a bicycle)

Mona we have not entertained for a while That is because I buried the ashes of the budgie Where Toots could see the trains for eternity But we do not live next to a railway We live next to a canal It is that long wet thing near the rockery Toots was not keen on…

He collects abstract paintings Created by American Snails Named Mother Well Hicks and Mac Neil Blue Black Pinks and Greens Can be found easily on Freeways North West East and South

Steal this book not For fear of shame For here you see The owner’s name Stuart

A girl passed us on her bicycle She was heading towards the beach Where would read this poem And think deeply about the sea

Choose my brown sweater It will keep you warm The air is still chilled Urban thoughts Josephine

My sand shoes have floated away That is the least of your problems Florence Why did you say that Because you are about to trip over ZBD Time 4 Bed All Red EEE

Works in Mick’s Bar In the Sea View Hotel Even though she has an Exotic name She is quite a plain girl Who carries Too many pounds Especially on her bum Which I know well As we live together In the old gunnery cottage Coastal Road East (2026)

In the Sixteenth Arrondissement She was Marcel’s life model Before he was arrested And now paints herself With a degree of success She is known as the girl in green As she favours flowing dresses

Like a resting bird Trapped on wing I was soon filled With the simple thoughts Of my precious day